All Poems
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A Psalm of Life
© Cary Phoebe
Tell me not, in idle jingle, Marriage is an empty dream,For the girl is dead that 's single, And things are not what they seem.
A Leak in the Dike
© Cary Phoebe
The good dame looked from her cottage At the close of the pleasant day,And cheerily called to her little son Outside the door at play:"Come, Peter, come! I want you to go, While there is light to see,To the hut of the blind old man who lives Across the dike, for me;And take these cakes I made for him-- They are hot and smoking yet;You have time enough to go and come Before the sun is set
Jacob
© Cary Phoebe
He dwelt among "apartments let," About five stories high;A man I thought that none would get, And very few would try.
I Remember, I Remember
© Cary Phoebe
I remember, I remember, The house where I was wed,And the little room from which, that night, My smiling bride was led;She didn't come a wink too soon, Nor make too long a stay;But now I often wish her folks Had kept the girl away!
I remember, I remember, Her dresses, red and white
"The Day is Done"
© Cary Phoebe
The day is done, and darkness From the wing of night is loosed,As a feather is wafted downward From a chicken going to roost.
The Annoyer
© Cary Phoebe
"Common as light is love. And its familiar voice wearies not ever." Shelley.
A Capital Ship for an Ocean Trip
© Charles Edward Carryl
A capital ship for an ocean trip Was "The Walloping Window-blind;"No gale that blew dismayed her crew Or troubled the captain's mind
Nature's Epitaph
© William Herbert Carruth
Who knows where the graveyard is Where the fox and the eagle lie?Who has seen the obsequies Of the red deer when they die?
Boat beneath a Sunny Sky, A
© Lewis Carroll
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,Lingering onward dreamilyIn an evening of July --
Today
© Carlyle Thomas
So here hath been dawningAnother blue Day:Think wilt thou let itSlip useless away.
Fortuna
© Carlyle Thomas
The wind blows east, the wind blows west,And the frost falls and the rain:A weary heart went thankful to rest,And must rise to toil again, 'gain,And must rise to toil again.
Cui Bono
© Carlyle Thomas
What is Hope? A smiling rainbow Children follow through the wet;'Tis not here, still yonder, yonder: Never urchin found it yet.
The Woman Hater, a Song
© Henry Carey
IA pretty, empty, Gaudy Frame,Full of Nonsense, full of Pride,Full of Talk, and Naught beside?
Namby-Pamby: or, A Panegyric on the New Versification
© Henry Carey
Nauty Pauty Jack-a-DandyStole a Piece of Sugar-Candy,From the Grocer's Shoppy-shop,And away did hoppy-hop.
The Man-hater, A Song
© Henry Carey
IOf an inconstant, fickle Nature,Deceitful, and Conceited too,Boasting of more than he can do?
A Lilliputian Ode on their Majesties Accession
© Henry Carey
Smile, smile,Blest Isle!Grief past,(At last)HalcyonComes on
An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul's, Dr. John Donne
© Thomas Carew
Can we not force from widow'd poetry,Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegyTo crown thy hearse? Why yet dare we not trust,Though with unkneaded dough-bak'd prose, thy dust,Such as th' unscissor'd churchman from the flowerOf fading rhetoric, short-liv'd as his hour,Dry as the sand that measures it, should layUpon thy ashes, on the funeral day?Have we no voice, no tune? Didst thou dispenseThrough all our language, both the words and sense?'Tis a sad truth
